Light Shining Out of Darkness
God moves in a mysterious way, |
His wonders to perform; |
He plants his footsteps in the sea, |
And rides upon the storm. |
Deep in unfathomable mines |
Of never failing skill |
He treasures up his bright designs, |
And works his sovereign will. |
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, |
The clouds ye so much dread |
Are big with mercy, and shall break |
In blessings on your head. |
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, |
But trust him for his grace; |
Behind a frowning providence, |
He hides a smiling face. |
His purposes will ripen fast, |
Unfolding every hour; |
The bud may have a bitter taste, |
But sweet will be the flower. -William Cowper |
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